Thomas Alan

Thomas Alan May 2016

3am

His finger in my mouth
when a whispered speak
The only exception
that made me weak
Splintered at numbers
that are left on re-dial
Watching the clock
3am denial

Thomas Alan May 2016

Seen and not heard

you want me
to be seen
but never quite heard
permanently muted;
*a beakless bird

Thomas Alan May 2016

The End

I've got a war in my head
and there's a war in my heart
torn amongst the sheets
where I'm lost in the dark
so it is the end?
is this the end?

The veins of this town
and the streets of this life
dissolve when I fall
when I finally take flight

I'm tired from the nights
and I'm dead by the day
buried and ready
to float me away

Thomas Alan May 2016

Loom

We held each breath
as though it were our last
woven from a loom
designed with regret;
born from the fabrics
we had been spun
as if we would never run out
and we'd never be done

Thomas Alan Apr 2016

Know when to run

I'm still falling
from when I hit the wall
My lifeless body
had forbid me to crawl
Still quite the punchbag
but not quite the son
Taught the lesson
to know when to run

Thomas Alan Apr 2016

Our Places

Pounds are at stake
when we stare in their faces
Gathered around the fires
in our final graces

Before we're all turned to ash
and we're put in our places
Little do they know
That we tied all their laces

Thomas Alan Apr 2016

Shed

do we spend time
        in other peoples beds
        to distract ourselves
        from all the tears
        that we so silently
        shed?